Drifting through a void
Without a voice
Grey and dark — through starless nights
That leave no choice
A lifeless mind, a soul astray
In autumn's maze
In shade and light my days portrayed
A spark of grace
Floating to the farthest still
Unto the winter's heart
Motionless, bereft the will
But where did we all start?
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There is no thing without beauty at all (beauty at all)
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There is no thing without beauty at all (beauty at all)
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There is no thing without beauty at all (thing without beauty at all)
There is no thing without beauty at all
There is no thing without beauty at all (beauty at all)
There is no thing without beauty at all
There is no thing without beauty at all (beauty at all)
There is no thing without beauty at all
There is no thing without beauty at all (beauty at all)
There is no thing without beauty at all